Fall is here, and it seems like we're all ready for bed by 7PM with the sun going down so early. Avery is talking more and more, and has finally stopped calling everybody Mom (especially Dad). She was a flower for Halloween, and even did a little trick-or-treating past her bedtime. Rudy had his first visit to the vet up here, got some shots, and had some sort of allergic reaction and got all swollen in the face again. A little Benadryl and some sleep fixed that little problem.
Avery's favorite words are currently "Up" and "Hot." We hear "Up, Up, Up" anytime she wants to climb up on something (or someone). And we hear the "Hot, Hot, Hot" anytime she sees a fireplace, oven, or barbecue. She hasn't burned herself yet, and we're trying to avoid that "lesson" if we can.
Well, aside from our utter dissatisfaction with the electoral results, and the disappointment that comes when we open the 401k statement, things are going pretty darned good for us. These days are truly an opportunity for us to rest on Romans 13...
